It wasn’t often I fell for a guy, it wasn’t often that someone made me feel special, yet every time I was around him that’s exactly how I felt.
Getting into trouble with the law was nothing new to him, he’d never been in prison but had come close many times. I guess his mum being the local MP had it’s bonuses.
Holly and I had met in year 7 and had been inseparably ever since. Our 10 year friendship always came before boys, always came before any other friends in our group.
Holly and I were the “little Miss Perfect’s” with straight A’s, decent job’s, our own apartments, our own cars and good prospects for the future.
Amelia and Heather had joined us sometime in year 8 and 9 and the 4 of us had become the best of friends, sharing every weekend together whether it had been chilling at one of our houses or all of us on a road trip with one of our families to go camping for the night.
Then there was Andrew, Holly’s twin, along with his friends Dean, Mark and Chris.
The 8 of us had slowly started to spend more time together, going out to the local bar, taking holidays abroad together and generally hanging out, mostly at Holly’s place.
Everyone assumed the 8 of us were 4 couples when, in fact, none of us saw any of the others in that way.
“This is Harry” Matt, Holly’s new boyfriend said as they walked into Holly’s apartment.
This was our “base”, where we all met when we hung out. It was central to all of us and to the towns bars and clubs. It was a bright and airy space “A little piece of heaven” as Holly described it.
White walls adorning abstract art she’d painted herself over the years with plenty of natural light from the sliding doors framed with heavy linen floor-to-celling curtains.
Her back garden was a quite space – until the weekend when we would all bring our own alcohol and clothes to change into. Sometimes for a chilled night around the fire pit, sometimes heading to the nearest bars to drink and party the night away.
I’d helped Holly choose this place, visiting numerous places in one day then going back to the first one to take a second look. She hadn’t berm keen on this apartment at first, not liking how it looked from the outside but once inside, picturing her own furniture, she fell in love.
Having 2 bedrooms meant it’s big enough for most of us to crash in the early hours after partying or chill out without having to head home.
From the second I saw Harry he intrigued me, I couldn’t tell you what it was but there was..... something....
Holly had already told me Harry was the school drop-out, 3 years older than us. He’d learnt mechanics at his dad’s garage and was covered in tattoo’s. I’d never been one for tattoo’s but for Harry I could make an acception.
His hair was hand-swept back, with a stray curl falling on his forehead, his face was perfectly formed, eyes of green, furrowed eyebrows and cute dimples......he was gorgeous .
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“Hi!” Harry said with a wave of his hand to everyone as he sat down next to me on the grey corner sofa bed....another place we could crash on if the night got late.
My heart started racing as he started talking to me, didn’t even ask me my name but proceeded to chat to me as if we’d been friends forever.
I couldn’t tell if he was genuinely interested in me or if his reputation was true and he just wanted to get in my pants, either way, I didn’t mind.
His lips were nearly as mesmerising as his green eyes, one look and I was hooked.
We chatted about his job and mine. He’d not enjoyed school, preferring to bunk off with the rough kids – thus his reputation. He enjoyed helping his dad out at the weekends so knew he didn’t need the high school grades.
His dad had been in business for more than 20 years so he grew up with a business mindset rather than an academic one.
That first encounter in Holly’s apartment had me feeling horny, there was just something about him....and I needed to know what it was.
I had to be up early the following morning so I couldn’t stay late, I was always the first to leave, needing a full night’s sleep before work the next day. People relied on me, I had to be at the top of my game every day.
Once home I couldn’t get to my clit quick enough, imagining Harry was fingering me, it was him bringing me close to orgasm, it was him fucking my brains out, it was him that made me cum and moan loudly, gasping for air as my whole body shook and twitched.
I had the best night sleep in a long time....all thanks to Harry.
